User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236/@comment-3135907-20160428213748

OOC: Skipper nods and says in his sick macho voice You might wanna take these, mate. Skipper tosses a pair of sunglasses to Astrix. Bottoms up.

Hurls a lit molotov cocktail into the building, puts on sunglasses and slow-walks away with his back to the inferno; Feuer Frei by Rammstein plays

BIC: Skipper scuffed a paw in the dirt, sending loam and leaves flying. "Hmmph. Giss we'll jest 'ave t' deal with this th' 'ard way!" Then he turned to the ramshackle dwelling, cupped his paws around his mouth and got serious. "Arright, Lerro, get yore lazy 'ide out 'ere! There's killers on th' loose an' we ain't got time to bother negotiatin' fer a boat, ye fat cuss!"